Archive for February, 2012

I was first introduced to pastor Tim Keller and his writings last summer after picking up a little book that talked about how not to live as a prodigal in the church. I had heard for some time about how good Keller’s stuff was for the mind and the heart, and so after finally...

Tonight I wanted to stop and take a moment to tell you a little bit about my friend Ben. I don’t know why, but this evening I was thinking about what he’s doing, and I am excited for him. Ben is doing something a lot of people don’t do these days. I’ve been friends...

I was clickety-clacketing away at my keyboard at work today when a co-worker mused, “It’s already the 20th. Can you believe February is almost gone?” Yeah, uhh- well, no, I can’t. The year just started. It was just yesterday that the old calendar was tossed and the new one was hung. Well, it was...

It’s funny that after every sentimental article I read- after every vignette of a tender moment shared between spouses and longtime lovers, of a man who is as vocal about his faith as he is about his love for his wife, of an athlete who praises his God and his teammates when he is...

It’s been a couple of days since I have written and posted anything here. I guess the silence has been useful to let me know that at least two people read these posts. It’s always encouraging to hear back from friends that they miss your posts. Encouragement to write is always well received. For...

I started trying to write a really deep and cool post earlier today which I thought would totally come together this evening- a post about how becoming a Christian is like a making a big move from one country to another, and how it is not only like making a big move like that, but...

I was digging around in a few boxes in the garage tonight when I came across a thin hard-covered little book I hadn’t seen in a while. The little book was a journal from the summer of 1994. A travel notebook. Decorating the front cover of the notebook is an old map with hand-drawn...

For whatever reason, whenever I hear a Richard Marx song, I think mainly of two things- one, the killer CD boom box my brother bought back in the day, and the other, mowing yards on sweltering summer afternoons in 1988. I think of the killer CD boom box because it had exceptional bass, complete...

I’m a melancholy. This means I often wade out into each day half-cocked, one foot in and one foot out, anticipating morning misgivings and wishing my work space was a mattress-lined, dimly-lit den, and that my work was simply to wake up and go back to sleep five times a day. My mood grabs...